I'm staring out of my window Looking at all the faces, Trying to remember the places That I've seen them all before. I can not see them clearly, All they are is a crowd. I'm feeling clastrophobic And I want to scream out loud. How can I reach them? They all look so sad. Am I one of them? Would that be so bad? Hey there Mr Lonely I often see you walking by With your empty expression, Somehow you always make me cry. One day I'm not at my window But far far away, Knowing the window is not real And I can not face another day.
Reason for writing:
I was in a really pensive mood...
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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